The awkward moment when you realize that the “new phase” is not exactly the “NEW PHASE”…when a tad tiny thought goes running through your mind -before you get to catch it and dwell on it- that you regret starting the so called new phase in the first place as you had no idea that would be the out come.
After the awkward moment, comes the hutrful listening to ignorant comments -to say the least- would be more irritating than a hot sweaty summer rash…you would, then, either fume in futile discussions, as if making a point would change anything, or just let go – sadly- and stop giving a damn.
Either ways will take its time till you wrap up a more objective perspective about what had happened…from the start…till the moment the CHANGE became official…you would then feel wiser and deeper and calmer…and more sad..way more sad.
Then…you take a sneak peak at what the future might hold and mindless hear-say about what “could’a would’a” freaks you out. Generally speaking the future and what lies ahead is scary as we are -as they say- enemies of what we don’t know…the future is always unknown and blurry and just like entering a foggy room where anything is possible to happen: a yell SURPRISE and the blur disappears to see a party waiting for you…or someone with the “scary movie mask” jumping in front of you with dagger.
One thing is definit…it will pass…too…and new phases will start…we will cope…choose to accept or fight or escape…we will choose with the resources we have at hand…life will be lived one way or the other.
So…really…it is not about a system…a society…a regimen…a country…the rules….it is the personal journey within those bigger pictures…after all, you are the only one in this universe who knows: who are you..what you’re all about…what do you want.
No one else gives a damn.
Blessed Friday…Rabena yesa3edna gamee3an.
